Chapter 37: resist

Chapter 37: resist

    Wen Chi thought Shi Ye was joking, but Shi Ye didn't seem to be joking.

    He took a writing brush and walked to Wen Chi in a blink of an eye.

    He is very tall, although he is mostly in a wheelchair, every time he stands up, Wen Chi feels an invisible sense of oppression.

    "Speak." Shi Ye was immersed in a fiery red glow, his handsome face did not have much expression, he looked at Wen Chi with a heavy gaze, "Is it yours to take off, or Ben Gong to take your place? You take off."

    Wen Chi was really frightened, his hands on the edge of the table were shaking slightly, he shook his head in resistance.

    Shi Ye was condescending and lowered his eyelids: "You said that you don't like the phoenix drawn by Ben Gong on paper, then Ben Gong kindly re-draws a phoenix for you, if you are not grateful, Forget it, I still don’t know what to do.”

    Wen Chi shook his head into a rattle: "The villain does not dislike the phoenix drawn by His Royal Highness, the villain likes it very much."

    Shi Ye let out a sneer, obviously he didn't believe what Wen Chi said: "Since you like it, why do you call the phoenix drawn by Ben Gong a chicken?"

    "..." Wen Chi didn't expect Shi Ye to hold grudges so much, and after a moment of silence, he decisively threw the pot on Li Gongzi's head, "That sentence was not said by a villain, but by Li Gongzi. Yes, the villain has always said that His Royal Highness painted a phoenix."

    "Oh?" Shi Ye raised his eyebrows, looking really curious, "You didn't say that yesterday."

    Wen Chi: “…”

    Yes, yesterday he did call the phoenix drawn by Shi Ye a chicken.

    But he really thought that what Shi Ye drew was a chicken, where could there be a phoenix that looks so much like a chicken!

    Wen Chi felt like he was about to die.

    Seeing that Wen Chi was silent, Shi Ye ordered, "Take it off."

    Wen Chi was about to cry: "The villain doesn't want to take off."

    No matter how thick his skin is, he doesn't want to undress in public.

     Hearing this, Shi Ye was not angry, but glanced at Wen Chi with a half-smile, his originally peaceful tone suddenly became irresistible: "Unfortunately, this is up to you."

    After saying that, he waved his hand lightly.

    Wen Chi hadn't reacted yet, he only felt a strong wind blowing in front of him, and then, he vaguely heard the sound of shredding clothes.

    The cool breeze blew, making him shiver.

    While Wen Chi was stunned, Shi Ye lifted the brush and dropped it on his chest. The ink was very cold, and the tip of the pen dipped in black ink was swimming on his skin. Crispy numbness to the touch.

    Wen Chi's skin is fair, a few strokes outline, forming a strong color difference between black and white.

    Shi Ye drew extremely attentively and moved very quickly, and in a short while he drew the head of the phoenix smoothly.

    He tilted his head and looked, then looked at Wen Chi.

    "How about this?"

    Wen Chi was stunned. After hearing what Shi Ye said, he lowered his head subconsciously and followed Shi Ye's gaze.

    The head of a phoenix was actually drawn on his chest.

    The head of the phoenix is ​​not easy to draw, especially the eyes of the phoenix. If it is not well drawn, then the phoenix will lose its soul.

    However, Shi Ye used only a few strokes to draw the cold and mysterious aura of the phoenix. Compared with the pheasant painted on paper before, perhaps this is Shi Ye's true ability .

    Wen Chi looked at the phoenix's head, at the black ink on his chest, and at Shi Ye's slender fingers holding a brush.

    Suddenly, he felt deceived.

    He should have known…

    Maybe Shi Ye drew such an ugly picture of a pheasant in order to trick him, and asked him to bring the picture to the banquet, so that he would suffer so many people here laugh at.

    Ye can draw very well, but it is so ugly on purpose...

    In an instant, an unprecedented sense of grievance flooded the sky and flooded Wenchi.

    .

    When Wen Chi felt something, tears were already overflowing from his eyes.

    Tears ran across his face, dripped from his chin, fell on his chest, and fell on the brush that Shi Ye was carrying.

    A clicking sound.

    Shi Ye watched Wen Chi from numbness to tears, he didn't seem to understand why Wen Chi was crying so sadly, so he frowned: "Why cry?"

    Wen Chi closed his eyes, but tears still overflowed from his eyes.

    Shi Ye asked: "Is this palace good at painting?"

    Wen Chi shook her head vigorously.

    Shi Ye looked at the tears on Wen Chi's face, and was stunned for a while, then he stretched out his other hand, trying to wipe away those tears for him.

    However, before Shi Ye's fingertips touched Wen Chi's cheek, Wen Chi raised his hand and waved it away without thinking.

    Wen Chi seemed to feel displeased, and reached out and took away the brush in Shi Ye's hand, and threw it into the lake not far away.

    During his movements, the tip of the pen accidentally swiped across Shi Ye's cheek, leaving an ink mark about five centimeters long, and even Shi Ye's neckline was stained with a lot of ink point.

    Shi Ye's eyes gradually solidified, he looked at Wen Chi blankly.

    Wen Chi wiped away the tears on his face with the back of his hand, raised his chin, and looked directly into Shi Ye's eyes without fear.

    "You draw very well." Wen Chi cried until his eyes and ears were red and his voice was hoarse. He said word by word, "But I don't like it."

    Shi Ye was silent, staring at him coldly.

    Wen Chi closed his eyes: "You kill me."

    He thought that when he finished saying this, he would successfully arouse Shi Ye's anger, but he didn't know that he waited for a long time and did not wait for any action from Shi Ye.

    It is said that Shi Ye kills people without blinking an eye, but I didn't expect him to have his moments too.

    Wen Chi thought it was a little funny, in fact he really laughed, he didn't know whether he was laughing at his recklessness or Shiye's hesitation, since he had the determination to die, So many things are not afraid to say.

    "His Royal Highness, you said that I look like your enemy, so you pay special attention to me, but I am not your enemy, no matter how much you humiliate me and take revenge on me, your enemy will not He was hurt in the slightest." There was a relieved smile on the corner of Wen Chi's mouth, his originally dejected face was softened by such a smile, and there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes when he looked at Shi Ye, "You have always held hatred in your heart, even for the sake of Those haters come to torture me, an innocent person, but have you ever thought that your heart is filled with hatred, and you may not know where your enemy is at this moment."

    Shi Ye's eyes became colder and colder, and seemed to be mixed with other inexplicable emotions. He stepped forward abruptly and squeezed Wen Chi's chin.

    The sudden pain made Wen Chi take a deep breath.

    Obviously, Shi Ye didn't show mercy this time, and you can imagine how gentle he used to hold Wen Chi's chin.

    For the first time, Shi Ye's always indifferent face had such a strong emotion, he laughed angrily: "Do you think this palace uses you as a substitute for that person?"

    Wen Chi resisted the pain and asked confidently: "Isn't it?"

    Shi Ye said solemnly, "Bengong never thought of using someone as a stand-in, everything is just your own thoughts."

    Wen Chi said: "If you never thought about it that way, why would you humiliate me over and over again? Isn't all the torture I suffered from you that you want revenge on that person? ?"

    Shi Ye was speechless, he stared into Wen Chi's eyes blankly, as if he was looking at something else through Wen Chi, but also seemed to be stumped by these words .

    For a long time, he didn't make a sound.

    Seeing this, Wen Chi gritted his teeth and pushed away Shi Ye, who was almost pressed in front of him, hurriedly pulled up the torn clothes and barely covered his body, and finally ran away without looking back .

     Eunuch Zhu and a group of palace maids and eunuchs were not far away, watching Wen Chi run farther and farther.

    Engong Zhu thought again and again, but ran over cautiously: "His Royal Highness..."

    Shi Ye suddenly waved his hand, and the inkstone on the table flew into the air, hitting Eunuch Zhu's forehead directly.

    The inkstone platform fell, and a **** wound was smashed out of Eunuch Zhu's forehead.

    Eunuch Zhu's entire face was contorted in pain, but he didn't even dare to raise his hand to touch the wound, he immediately knelt down on the ground like a frightened bird: "His Royal Highness, spare your life..."

    Shi Ye turned his head, his eyes were full of burning anger: "Go away!"

    Wen Chi ran back to Bamboo Flute Residence non-stop.

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     Ruo Fang and Ruo Tao, who were busy in the courtyard, turned their heads and saw Wen Chi, and they were both frightened and pale.

    The two little girls hurriedly dropped their work and ran over.

     Ruotao was much calmer than Ruofang, staring at Wen Chi, waiting for Wen Chi's answer.

    But Wen Chi was exhausted and didn't want to explain to them what happened today.

    "It's not a big deal, don't worry." Wen Chi said weakly, "Help me prepare hot water, I want to take a bath."

    Seeing this, Ruofang and Ruotao looked at each other, but suppressed the doubts in their hearts.

    The two little girls moved quickly, and it didn't take long for the bath water to be ready.

    The sky outside was completely dark at this time, and only two candles barely illuminated the interior.

    Wen Chi sat at the bottom of the wooden barrel, holding his knees with both hands, his whole body was immersed in the hot water, only his head was exposed.

    The water was very hot, but it couldn't dispel the cold in the warm pool.

    He thought he was really done.

      A hundred times is not too much.

    Instead of waiting for Shi Ye to do it, he should settle it himself.